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[deadtobrenton]

I awaken, my eyes opened
But no light shines through
Black is my world
I get up, and reach for my eyes
But my arms are bound
Terror fills my mind
And reason leaves all thoughts
I stumble through the dark, cold
Suddenly, there is a voice
The voice of the angels call to me
My name floats in the air
Small, soft hands encircle my waist
My love's breasts press against mine
Her warm, sweet breath tickles my ear
And her rosy cheek hovers near mine
"All is well, my love.
Trust, and the darkness will soon disappear."
Tied hands she leads me away
Blind eyed, I follow her leading voice
The scales on my eyes are heavy
But her lyrical voice rewards trust with hope
A reason for blind following,
A reason for bound hands.